Flash fiction: Toe Suckers and Designer Bags

“Okay, now come here, get on your knees,” he said, crooking his fingers. Cindy gave him a long stare and smiled coyly. She wondered what kinky fuckery he wanted to get on with now. Dressed in nothing but a red thong, Cindy climbed onto the bed on her knees and awaited further instructions. He liked to be in charge, didn’t like it when she seemed too eager, which she never really was, but her acting skills could go a long way. “Straddle my legs, facing my feet,” he said again and she barely managed to conceal her surprise. Did he want to sixty-nine? 

Oh God, please no. No, no, no.

She stranded him. “Okay now, rub my feet, I need a nice foot massage,” he said. Relief slithered down Cindy’s spine. Putting his shrivelled penis inside her vagina was one thing, putting it her mouth was another entirely. This time she couldn’t hide her true reaction, but perhaps he’d think she was shivering in anticipation. And internally she was, anticipation for that fat allowance he would be sending her soon.

“Daddy, let me get some massage oil…it’ll make it better, much better…” she said, smiling shyly. He grinned at her thoughtfulness, crossing his arms behind his head and sinking further into the pillows. She quickly dashed across the room and grabbed the message oil, only to walk back slowly to him, letting him appreciate her near naked splendour. Back in position, Cindy liberally applied the oil and tenderly messaged his feet, paying homage to each toe. Her lips twitched at his long drawn out groans. She felt his hands at her waist and those twitching lips spread into a satisfied smile.

“Now suck them,” he groaned. Her smile died. 

She swallowed her gag and stared at the offending appendages. Is he serious? “Suck them Cin, suck them now. I want to feel your tongue on my toes, eat the whole foot if you can!” Oh my God, he’s serious. Cindy closed her eyes and pictured the streets of Milan she’d be exploring tomorrow. And the stores. Yes, the crazy shopping she’d do. Everything designer, she was going to make him pay for this. A Hermes bag for each toe she put in her mouth, a pair of Louboutins for suction of her mouth. She bent over knowing full well the view she was giving him. She gripped one foot in both hands, firmly massaging whilst taking his big toe into her mouth.

She ignored the overgrown, discoloured toe-nails and pretended not to feel the little toe hairs tickling her tongue. The groans started again. A meal at an expensive restaurant for each groan. Five designer lipsticks for each smack on her arse that he was giving him. She ignored he hot tears gathering behind her eyelids and focused on her mission, she was going to suck this man dry.

PS: I also write non fiction, in form of blog posts, here my latest post – My 2020 challenge: Promises to myself

My 2020 challenge: promises to myself

New year, new beginnings…or so the saying goes, but the reality is sometimes it’s really just the same old shit, different calendar year. We go into this “goals and resolutions” frenzy, which I totally subscribe to but half of us don’t see them through anyways. I promise myself all sorts of things every year, and for the past two years, it has been promise after promise. This year I wanted to do things differently, I made myself one promise. One. That’s all I have to keep. Well alright, it’s more like one and a half but I still think that’s a manageable number. Who can’t keep one and a half promise? 

Resolutions not goals

Resolutions are funny things, they’re not goals…they’re a little different from that. If they were I wouldn’t be breaking all of mine by the second week of January. I set goals all the time, doesn’t matter what time of the year it is, and I have a 75-100% success rate. Resolutions are a different monster. These little creatures are more about a change in behaviour, ideally a lasting one. Eating healthy is a resolution. It requires sometimes a complete change in our perception of food, and experience of it. It means every little decision we make about food changes…resolution. 

READ: 10 things to ask yourself before setting new goals for the year

Small things…big cost

Anyways I digress, back to promises to myself. This year I decided I wanted to change the one (and a half) thing that has cost me. It’s cost me in tiny, but incremental ways. It’s the one biggest factor I’ve made progress in one area but not the other. Frankly speaking, I think it’s stopping me from growing in leaps and bounds. The saddest thing is it’s such a simple but profound thing. The thing that can make all the difference. It doesn’t matter how many goals I set, or what things I wish to do if this little aspect isn’t on made impressive levels.


This is the one thing that will bring your ass down and leave you on the ground if you don’t have it. I’ll admit, I am not the most consistent person I know. I’m not incredibly inconsistent, but I could be better. So much better. I could write two blog posts a week if I really tried…or at the very least, ONE! One single blog post every week. One video post and one photo on Instagram. One workout a day. All these little things add up, all of them. So I realized I was losing out because of my own lack of disciple, and I’m fixing that. That’s my 2020 challenge, that’s my promise to myself.

Oh and the half…

Yeah, I need to meet deadlines. It’s so important to meet deadlines guys! I suck at them, but that’s going to change. Meeting deadlines comfortably is tough, even tougher for a procastinator. It’s a crucial half.

So that’s it. That’s my big promise to myself, and so far I’m doing well(ish). What promises did you make to yourself this year, are you keeping them? 

Progress report

So far so good, in my second week of working out. The longest stretch I’ve done in 2 years!

Doing the Chloe Ting 28 Day challenge. This is the longest time I’ve worked out consistently on consecutive days, I’m proud of keeping this promise to myself so far.